#abusingpotaranerf

Wilted plants once vibrant and full of life were nearly obscured by the high number of weeds that eclipsed what would have been a bountiful harvest had it been better kept. Goku moaned out of boredom and distaste for having to work when all he wanted to do was spar. The only flaw in his plan is that he knew his wife would know if he shirked from his duties yet again. Lifting the hoe from the ground, he dug it into the earth, pulling up the weeds and dead plants down to the very roots.

Tossing the discarded plant life to the side, Goku continued this mundane task; the warrior's blood was truly burning for something far more exciting than this chore. The temptation was biting the back of his mind, and it took a huge amount of restraint to keep him focused on the task ahead of him.

'Face Chi-chi's wrath or her bliss?' a dual toned voice echoed in his mind. Goku was a bit surprised when he heard Vegito talking to him, yet it was also so alien considering he was part of the fusion.

'I... I must be going crazy...' Goku thought, looking around bewildered. He had not taken into consideration the idea of fusing with Vegeta more times than he could count could affect his way of thinking.

'If you're going crazy, then why are you putting up with this with such primitive tools?' Vegito mocked, almost though he was whispering this in the younger warrior's ear in a lulling tone. 'A true Saiya-jin would raze the ground...'

'Chi-chi would get angry if I tried that again...' Goku started having a conversation with himself—rather his fusion, not knowing if this was normal behavior.

'Think of it as a part of your training,' Vegito challenged the earthen warrior. 'You do like challenges, don't you?'

Grinning, Goku had to admit that he did like challenges. A ball of energy grew in the young Saiya-jin's hand and before he knew it, Goku had the sphere literally under his control and burning away all of the weeds and dead plants. Once he was finished with that task, he allowed it to strike a rock, causing it to explode into particles. Throwing the hoe aside, he borrowed a page from Roshi's book and began to dig into the soil with his hands to continue his unorthodox training.

By the early afternoon, he had the field plowed when Vegeta landed near the edge, watching warily. The young Saiya-jin, who had not had any company when he started, paused in his task and walked over to where the prince stood. The older warrior decked out in his fighting gear yet again, almost though he had come at the most inopportune time.

"I thought we were going to train again today," Vegeta asked the younger Saiya-jin with a raised brow. He was a bit surprised that the younger fighter had failed to show up, so he decided on the less subtle approach.

"I would, but Chi-chi said I have to take care of the field," Goku pouted. His stomach rumbled, a reminder that he had yet to eat lunch. As a matter of fact, he wondered why Chi-chi had not sent Goten with multiple bento boxes to where he was farming. Was she punishing the man for the number of times he shirked his duties and making him work without a proper meal?

"Considering the state of this field, I take it you let everything you grow die again," Vegeta noted.

Goku grinned rather uneasily—usually, he would remember to water the plants, but he had to admit that he had been slacking heavily in his task as of late. "I thought they'd survive without water for just a bit longer..."

"Kakarrot, how often do you stuff that mouth of yours?" Vegeta retorted. When recognition dawned on the younger man's face, the prince only smirked. "It's obvious that plants require sustenance to survive just like you do."

"Yeah, yeah," Goku shrugged off dismissively. He hated having to figure out when to water things. He had overwatered before and killed the plants once—Chi-chi denied him dinner for his actions despite his efforts to try to revive the plants that he allowed to get parched. "Making food's harder than I thought though..."

"You are only making it seem hard because you don't feel like going through the effort of working in this barren wasteland."

"Shame, if we fused, it wouldn't seem so boring," Goku glanced over his shoulder almost though attempting to guilt the prince into doing something they should not be doing behind his wife's back.

"As if I'd fuse with you to complete such a time-consuming task," Vegeta snorted in disgust, noting the other warrior's hands covered in dirt and scratches. He would not even touch the earth with his bare hands due to the squirmy bugs and worms under the surface.

"You're just afraid," Goku challenged with a grin, almost though he read the prince's mind, and knew what his real reason for not wanting to be a part of this idea. The younger warrior knew the prince's weakness ever since the older man squirmed before the worms inside of Majin Buu's digestive system.

"I... I'm not afraid!" Vegeta flat out denied, his eyes wide and his face paling at the thought. 'Why is Kakarrot trying to make me do something I don't want to do is beyond me...'

Goku flicked the left pocket open, fishing out the earring he had hidden in his work clothes. With little fanfare, he clipped it to his ear. It almost seemed like he knew the prince would eventually show up and decided to carry it with him as a precaution.

"Prove it then, or are you all talk?" Goku beckoned with a cocky attitude. Spending more time with the prince, the Earth-raised Saiya-jin was truly taking advantage of the older warrior's quirks and pressing the right buttons when it comes to getting what he desired.

"D-damn it! I'll show you clown!" Vegeta quickly pulled out his earring and did the same. He had to admit that he was trying to keep his fragile pride intact—hating how the Earth-raised Saiya-jin challenged him every so often to do things he seemed uneasy with to prove himself.

Like it had many times before, the uncontrollable weightlessness that accompanied this unnatural fusion dragged Vegeta towards his rival, his consciousness shifting and becoming altered once more.

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Chi-chi's arms were weighed down by the bento boxes that she spent most of her day making for her husband who she hoped was working hard in the field. The amount of time she put into making the meals was a bit more since she had to root through the nearly bare cupboards to piece together some sort of a meal for Goku since she had yet to go shopping again. Truthfully, she had put nearly all the zeni that her husband brought home in a briefcase into a trust fund for her youngest so he could attend college one day—Kami willing, the boy would not end up like Goku when he is older if she had her way.

Climbing the hill, Chi-chi panicked when the earth suddenly shuttered. She peered from behind the tower of bento boxes and noticed a slightly shorter man with short blue hair standing on end firing blasts at the ground. Nearly dropping the food, she had no idea who this stranger was and where her husband was, but she was not having some random warrior destroying their livelihood! Setting the boxes filled with food down carefully, the matriarch of the family approached the stranger with fire in her eyes.

"Hey you! I don't know where you came from, but you are NOT going to destroy my home!" Chi-chi yelled angrily at the man who quickly became unnerved by the housewife's ranting. "Seems my lazy good-for-nothing husband's off hanging out with Vegeta again instead of working..."

"Chi-chi..." the man's dual toned voice seemed uneasy with the way this human woman was reacting. If anything, Kakarrot's portion of the fusion was terrified by the fact that she of all people had to come and check on him! Apparently, she was in her own little world and did not hear the distinct impression of her husband's voice from this strange man. Yet, the fear intensified when she pulled out a familiar frying pan.

"When he gets home, he's going to get what's coming to him! I slaved away for hours to make him something to eat and he has the nerve to go off and train!" Chi-chi rambled on. She glanced over and noticed the man had yet to move, almost though he had been caught doing something that she did not favor. "As for , get out of here before you regret it!"

"Y-yes mam!" the man responded flustery and fled, deciding to retreat not only for his own safety, rather, to avoid whatever wrath the woman could unleash if he stayed around a moment longer. 'Guess Kakarrot's not going home tonight... least to avoid the wrath of that banshee of a woman...'

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An unsatisfied growl of hunger escaped Kakarrot's stomach and Vegeta glanced over with annoyance at the younger Saiya-jin. He had seemed far too terrified to return to his place of residence to face his wife after that chaotic spectacle that the prince himself had unfortunately witnessed. Vegeta regretted being part of this fool's plan to help him tend to his chores rather than wait patiently for the younger man to complete the task on his own time.

"Just man up and face her already!" Vegeta finally told the younger man who seemed more content hiding in the middle of nowhere far beyond the reaches of the angry housewife waiting for him at home, armed with a frying pan with his name on it.

"But Vegeta~!" Goku pitifully whimpered. A horrified expression was on his face, one that he rarely displayed. "You have no idea how much that thing hurts in her hands!"

"You brought this all on yourself Kakarrot," Vegeta smirked, shaking his head dismissively. It was not every day he could tease the younger man for his obvious weaknesses. While he had thought Kakarrot's fear of needles was pathetic, he had to admit that the fool's fear towards his wife was hysterical, though he would never admit it out loud.

"Well, women tend to be scary when they're mad!" Kakarrot exclaimed with fear in his voice. He always had a difficult time trying to understand them. Even as a child, he often questioned why his grandfather had suggested that he always be nice to them. He had no idea that they were such an enigma that he was never truly educated on. Other than what he had learned from Master Roshi, he knew next to nothing about the mysterious creatures that were called women.

"If you spent any time with that banshee you call a wife, perhaps you would understand her a bit more," Vegeta suggested.

The first years Vegeta had spent with Bulma were few and far in between. Yet after what transpired during the Cell Games, he spent more time with the woman, getting to know his wife and son she had out of wedlock. Even though the idea of a woman having a child while being unmarried was considered taboo in the earthling's culture, he eventually relented and allowed himself to be tied down when the boy was about two years old. By that point, Vegeta had done it mainly because he felt obligated to do it after putting the blue-haired woman through hell.

"You almost seem like you know this from experience," Kakarrot glanced up at the prince, curiosity shining in his eyes.

"I do, and it's annoying that you don't take into consideration how your family feels when you're doing nothing but running off doing who knows what half the time," Vegeta pointedly responded. It was no secret Kakarrot always ran off at inopportune times to train, but his odd habits were unnatural—almost though he had to find a new challenge every single time a new opportunity arose without warning.

The way Kakarrot acted though, it was like he was trying to devour every challenge he could possibly get while trying to sate the instincts of his Saiya-jin blood. The ravenous warrior was thirsty for new things in his life, yet, was it truly at the risk of sacrificing everything he has? It was maddening that this man, this oddity would sooner put the very fabric of the universe on the line just for a battle—sometimes, even risking his own life to truly give all of himself into the battle. For a Saiya-jin warrior to do that is rare unless he had lost everything and had a death wish that needed to be fulfilled.

"That's because it gets boring," Kakarrot complained. "The same thing, day in and day out gets rather tiring after a while, and I don't see any challenge from it. Don't you feel the same way?"

Vegeta stared at the younger man. While he could not deny him those words, he felt the same when he was younger—his desire to fight nearly overwhelming—still, he eventually managed to fight those inner desires, taming them to some degree. He found it more amusing to have arguments from time to time with his wife or spending time with his son—things he would never have given much thought to when he was younger and rebellious like this man happened to be.

"It is tempting, not that I am putting those beliefs of yours down Kakarrot, but you should have more restraint on your instincts," Vegeta summarized. "They'll get you killed one of these days."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Kakarrot cheerfully grinned. His stomach growled again, he glanced over at the merger fire at the fish that seemed like it was nearly done cooking. Salivating at the sight of the meal, he was about to indulge when the prince blocked his path. "Vegeta?"

"Not so fast," Vegeta challenged. "I think it's time I test your restraint by denying you of one of those things."

"W-what? But Vegeta, I'm hungry!" Kakarrot tried to go around the prince, but he barred him access to the fish roasting over the fire. "Come on! It's going to burn if I don't get it off!"

"And that bothers me how?" Vegeta shook his head in discouragement. "Face it, you have no self-control over your needs and need to learn to exercise them better."

"I have self-control!" Kakarrot spat back, angered that he was being denied the meal that he had to fish for himself. He hated feeling the hunger in his stomach—there were times that it nearly paralyzed him and would render him barely conscious enough to function.

"Prove it then." This time, it seemed like the prince was the one making the shots, and Kakarrot disliked having to surrender to such tactics to please others.

"What do you want me to do then?" The prince flashed a toothy grin and for the first time since Majin Buu, the younger warrior feared what the older warrior had in store.

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Chi-chi had her back to the door cooking dinner when she heard it creak open. Turning, she saw Goku walk back in, his clothes completely dirty and looking completely exhausted. He swayed on his feet, the gait in his step seemed far too slow compared to how upbeat he tended to be. What anger Chi-chi had towards her husband turned to concern when the Earth-raised Saiya-jin suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"Goku!" Chi-chi cried in horror and rushed over to the man. "You... what happened to you?"

"I... I'm sorry Chi..." Goku's eyes opened weakly, looking at his wife with regret shining in his eyes. "I... I should have listened... I... I managed to finish getting the field plowed and planted new seeds..."

She began to fuss over him when she suddenly heard a pained growl escape his stomach. "When was the last time you ate?"

Goku weakly laughed. "Around breakfast time..." Without warning, he passed out.

"Goku? GOKU!" Chi-chi screamed. She was afraid of losing her husband, and no longer cared if he never farmed again after what he went through. "Vegeta must have done this to you... that arrogant bastard..."

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"Vegeta, what did you do?" Bulma yelled across the compound. The prince in question was indulging in what was left in one of the bento boxes that Chi-chi had brought to the field and abandoned in her haste.

"I didn't do anything woman," Vegeta waved off.

"Chi-chi just called and she sounded hysterical, so What. Did. You. Do?" Bulma punctuated angrily.

"If you want the truth, I told Kakarrot that he wasn't exercising proper self-control, so he took it as a challenge and worked in the field for the rest of the day without eating," Vegeta clarified while polishing off the last of the meal. He set the empty box to the side with all the others.

"You WHAT?!" Bulma exclaimed.

"Compared to the number of times I went without a meal while serving Frieza, he's fortunate that his woman could make him a meal that would fix him right up," Vegeta shrugged dismissively.

"That doesn't mean Goku's like you," Bulma countered. "He's never had to put up with that because he knows when to eat."

"Perhaps he should have learned how to better sustain himself for longer periods without food than give in so easily," Vegeta scoffed. He had to admit though that despite the food not tasting as good at a lukewarm temperature, it was still leagues ahead of his wife's attempts.

"You are going to go over there tomorrow and apologize!" Bulma demanded angrily, slamming her hands on the table in front of the prince. Her heated gaze did little to intimidate the prince who sat there rather composed. "If you don't, then I'll dismantle the gravity room!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Vegeta was on his feet a moment later, angrily staring back at his wife.

"Do it or else!" Bulma turned with a huff and marched off. Vegeta growled lowly. He hated the idea of his wife denying him. If worse did come to worse, he could just take the gravity room elsewhere, yet he knew that his wife would find and do as she had threatened.

'Seems Kakarrot's not the only one who's chained to a controlling wife,' Vegeto's voice suddenly spoke within the prince's mind. It only drew a grunt of frustration from the prince who stalked off towards the other end of the compound in a foul mood. Vegeta knew that his wife would deny him in bed that night and went back to his old room where he would sleep for the night.